Come make some noise. How will it be expounded tonight?
I'll start us with a verse composed in honor of our resident monarch /u/Lonely_boyKing
The boy king, the child soldier of fortune
Ascended the seat of the patriarch an orphan
Call him King Cripple, when we cut the legs off him
The water never rippled when he drowned in the crossing
Crowned with a kiss and a slap, watching his armor
A long vigil for knighthood, silent preachin' the dharma
Submitted December 29, 2018 at 04:53AM by PaladinBen http://bit.ly/2Akdks2
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